I pressed my palm onto my temple, the warmth rushing back through my body. The cold floor had caused my shirt to stick against my back as my shoulder blades hit the ground whilst I tried to sit myself up.
The investigators along with Pearce had their gaze fixed on my weak figure, expressions of concern drawn along their faces with their eyebrows raised, their eyes covered slightly by their eyelids, lips agape as they observed every second of my slow motions.
"What did you see?" one of them asked.
I shook my head and combed my hair to the side with my fingers, slowly raising my head to look at them, tilting it slightly, waiting for them to repeat the question.
"What did you see, Phil?" Pearce asked a lot more worriedly.
I took a breath and allowed my mind to recollect the memory of what I had landed myself into.
"I saw blinding lights."
They looked at each other and gasped.
"Heaven." They whispered and looked back at me.
"Maybe that's enough for today. Do you need anything to collect from here, Phil?"
I nodded my head and they rushed to my side, pulling at my arms and allowing me to sling my arms around their shoulders, supporting me as we walked through the apartment to collect whatever I needed.
Pearce had helped me put my electronics and books into a small box, then slipping my glasses onto the neck of my shirt, letting it hang on loosely on the rim and allowing the cold metal frame to touch the small space between my collarbones.
The car ride home was silent, only the sound of rushed winds and groups of people chattering away on the streets, smoking cigarettes and letting loose puffs of smoke as they laughed, the thin rolls of death still between their fingers.
The street lights shining above my face, colouring it a hue of yellow.
The night sky, undisturbed with the rare appearance of stars that sparkled above the small city.
Pearce tapped his fingers on the wheel and as he did that, I focused my gaze onto the rear view mirror, Pearce's eyes formed into a glare, focusing on the road in front of him. The green hues of his eyes appearing brown as the continuous lines of street lamps shone the roads on the way home.
Pearce had seen me looking through the rear view mirror and his eyes appeared to smile and he tilted his head down and let out a small laugh.
I, myself had also let out a breathy laugh, barely audible even through the silence of the car ride home.
